OK, so my office is in the hood. And this is not meant to be derogatory. It is indeed in an inner city neighborhood. But that's not what makes it "the hood." It's the constant presence of police helicopters, the tent city taking up residence in the woods behind our neighbor, the abandoned warehouse, and of course the pack of feral dogs that run the parking lot like K9 mafia.
But, alas, even the hood has it's hidden beauty. Autumn has reached the hood. And it's beautiful.
P.S. Check out that Carolina blue sky!
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